love poetry

are we ok, asks the coffee table.
we are be splendid, stellar and
superb, responds the spoon.
just because we draw peace
be why, rehummused and co
reassurred the plato, and the
grandma ate her small cake
with coffee at peace

there be so much fun at the party, exclamed the humming bird,
i do, i do, i see it's having a blast, exlamed the wood stick bug,
and the owl proppy rolled his eyes and said out loud and with
a patience and a rush, 'we got everything we need, we just don't
know it'

everybody step up, said the chinfull tarantula,
and for what, said the ladybug on behalf of
the caterpillar, step up for tasting the water
dropletts on this spot, and they rushed
toward, and the chinfull tarantula snuck
back to it's sheet owned by it's pet owner

the rat pretended to be a library wizard again.
he swam over and under shelfs and shelfs,
and at the end of the day he highens to say,
i did it.

be happy said the grey hair. how much to
living without a bout, expressed the older
man, don't hurt your feelings, we got you
in this, said the stripe on the older man's
shirt

the cough drop went out for a spin and said,
we here are the belong, let's go forward with
awe and wonder and glee, and that was that

"pencil man, thought going soft a
while being outside." everything's
under pressure, he meant to explane.
he does it as that, doesn't have to
get nothing

it's all good. but what's serious to us?
it's all good. but what's serious to us?

it's all a mistake says the tyniest of spiders.
but you do love anyways, says the gal spider.
i mean it in a good way, that it's all a mistake
from even trying right, therefore do not bummer
for long and don't back down forever, don't woe
forever, so, feel right often when you can, says
the tiniest of spiders. "resongamos, vamonos,"
says the gal spider who crept up to it

we be going good. to
agree with our up'er.
what else does it matter,
i want to assume that.
we be going good, i
want to assume that